A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

My Careless Whisper

A sparkling flame uploading your name 

I had no time for a foolish game 

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Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_

Bhut log juda hote h,

ek tum bhi shi...

Ab itni si baat pe,

kya jeena cho

Meeting at Night
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The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the s

salamat rahe hamari dosti

Salamat rahe dosti ye hamari

Yu hi ekta ho dua hai hamari

Teri mushkilein mujhe m

Its not the way you think
Its not that I want to hurt
Its just a wrongly put effort

Its not that I mean to offend

No More Sadness

It's done and it's over

I'm through with misery

No more sadness

No more y

padi likhi ladki or anpad ladki

बेटा घर पर लता है अपनी गर्लफ्रेंड को �

ve kar jise sakte nahi

हो गये एक आन में उनके बुरे दिन भी भले

Just Who You Are Its Important

You've got quite an easy style

with a tender heart to match,

and how you'd wear a

A tribute to school lyf:

"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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